Chengdu.

Yang Feng stood proudly in front of the formation with a knife in the ship.

Behind him, eight thousand bandits were arranged in a chaotic array. These ordinary people more than half a month ago have been difficult to do even the minimum array. In fact, they have never conducted real training. Eight thousand people have been armed in three days. On the fourth day, they boarded the ship and then took ten days to reach the Huaian Army. They spent another day to capture Yunding Mountain City, crossed the Longquan Mountains to reach Baimao Ferry to land, and arrived in Chengdu in one day...

How can I have time to train!

That is, when they were just armed, they were commanded by the Immortal Lord to practice several times. Then every night, the Immortal Lord usually summoned officers to train them. Fortunately, this period was enough for them to know who they were commanded. At this time, these soldiers wearing infantry armor and holding various weapons were commanded by officers who were born in Song army soldiers, mainly cursing, sticks or even whips, and arranged in a circular formation according to the three layers of shields, spears and crossbows. During this period, chaos appeared from time to time, which made the Mongolian army on the opposite side laugh.

Of course, when they looked at Yang Feng again, they stopped laughing immediately, because the formation behind Yang Feng was standing with their sweaty nine-white flags.

"Bring it here!"

Yang Feng said proudly.

A group of soldiers walked forward carrying large baskets and poured baskets of heads in front of him. This was the defender of Genting Mountain City. A Mongolian Thousands of Man stationed in Genting Mountain City lasted for less than half an hour in front of his attack.

The advantage of this fortress is its terrain.

Genting Mountain City is actually a slightly flat mountain top platform with a circumference of 7.2 kilometers. It is long and irregular in shape from north to south but is very irregular. In most places, there are no city walls, but there are cliffs. Only the interrupted locations are built with stones. The north and south east gates are simply built under the cliff. In front of the second gates in the southeast is a two-meter-wide mountain road that winds downward. Moreover, this mountain road is actually a ridge, just like an inverted blade. In this environment, you can basically not think of any heavy siege weapons such as ladders, rushing cars, and even stone sieges. They just carry ladders and head forward against arrow rain and wood and stones.

In the era of cold weapons, as long as there are enough supplies and no problems inside, such a castle is completely desperate.

But the premise is not to cheat.

For example, if a person is invulnerable to swords and guns, he jumps higher than the city gate, and drags a six-meter-long sword, and one knife can cause half of the city tower to collapse. What else can the unlucky Mongolian warriors do in front of such an enemy?

They are also desperate!

In less than half an hour, more than one thousand defenders were killed by him alone, and the remaining hundreds of people were chopped by the excited bandit army. Although the bandit army had not been trained, anyone could cut off. The scene of several Mongolian soldiers cut by Yang Feng's ship knife with one knife was stimulating that the adrenaline-surgery mobs could not fight, but they could fight. This was the case in the War of the Cold Weapon Age. No matter how strong the army was, they were afraid of being burned by blood. Yang Feng's greatest ability was to set the rhythm and make people go crazy with him.

These heads piled up at his feet, which immediately made the enemy on the opposite side restless, especially the thousands of genuine Mongolian cavalry as the core, cursed in anger.

Yang Feng sneered.

Then he took a step forward, like stepping on a watermelon, stomping on a human head with one foot. The Mongolian cavalry cursed even higher. Even their commander Baiyan Badulu pulled out his knife. Originally, the garrison in Chengdu should have been Nurin. He was the highest commander of Mongolia in Sichuan, but Nurin was chopped by Yang Feng, so it was replaced by his deputy Baiyan Badulu. This was also a famous Mongolian army general. The name Badulu was given by Temujin. However, their anger did not restrain Yang Feng. This guy sneered as if nothing had happened and kept stomping on the human heads one by one.

Baiyan Badulu finally couldn't bear it anymore. With a knife in his hand, a team of Mongolian cavalry immediately stepped forward, but did not directly attack the front, but tangentially towards the flank of the circular formation of the bandit army, and continued to shoot sharp arrows in the galloping.

The bandits were immediately in chaos.

Some people even subconsciously wanted to turn around and escape.

"Still, I am here!"

Yang Feng yelled.

The soldiers immediately calmed down. It was obvious that the gods were very useful. Besides, the cavalry bows shot were actually limited in killing and it was difficult to penetrate the heavy armor on these soldiers. Lu Wende was very generous in military weapons and was basically used by the bandits at will, so the eight thousand bandits had 3,000 sets of infantry armor. At this moment, these iron cans and large shields in the front row protected the soldiers behind well. Under the urging of the officers, the divine armed archers actually began to shoot against the Mongolian cavalry.

Baiyan Badulu waved his hand expressionlessly. A general beside him drew his knife and then pointed forward. The three thousand infantry soldiers lined up immediately forward.

These infantry should be the surrendered Song army.

It must be admitted that even in the Sichuan battlefield, there were also a large number of Song troops surrendering. For example, Yang Dayuan, a general who was as famous as Liu Zheng, and his family. In the later period, the Yuan army's attack on Sichuan was mainly responsible for the Yang Dayuan family. These infantry soldiers were more like the standard Song army than the bandit army. Heavy infantry armor, oar swords, battle axes, and divine arm bows made Yang Feng feel as if he had returned to the past.

He sighed with a sigh.

Then he jumped up and rushed forward with the slashing knife. He could not let these infantry approach the range of their divine arm bows. His mob could not hold on to the direct shooting of the divine arm bows.

Just as he rushed out, Baiyan Badulu pointed his sword without hesitation. The three hundred heavy cavalry that had not moved immediately activated the war horses and gradually formed a geese-wing formation. They moved closely together and collided with spears to the circular formation of the bandit army. The light cavalry who were shooting diagonally penetrated the formation and prepared to break up the bandit army. The bandit army was in chaos. The heavy cavalry with three hundred armoured men and horses quickly approached with the sound of horse hooves like thunder, as if three hundred terrifying monsters. At this moment, their legs were trembling, and their hands were trembling. They turned around involuntarily, and only fear was left in their brains.

At this moment, Yang Feng, who fell into the enemy infantry, turned into a cold light, and the bodies of more than a dozen enemy troops in front suddenly broke.

All the infantry attacked stopped.

Then they looked at Yang Feng, who was posing with his head down, holding swords in his hands, and the dead bodies in front of him who were falling and with a shocked expression, who were beheaded in half, the next moment...

"The Immortal Lord's Divine Power is invincible!"

A woman in the bandit army shouted.

"The Immortal Lord's Divine Power is invincible!"

Countless voices shouted.

"Kill the Tartars and take back their homes!"

Xiaoyu stood in front of the war drum in the center of the circular formation, waving the red flag and shouting.

"Kill the Tartars!"

"revenge!"

"Snatch back to your hometown!"

Countless voices shouted in confusion.

Almost at the same time, Yang Feng swept through the ship knife in his hand again.

It was at this time that the Mongolian heavy cavalry began to attack the bandit army, but no one of the bandit soldiers in front of them ran away. The soldiers who had just been brought up the rhythm stood on the land where their ancestors lived for generations, carrying the hatred of the Chengdu city massacre back then, looking at their invincible commander, although everyone was trembling, they did not retreat. They were almost roaring like crazy, holding the spear in their hands and carrying the shield in front of them on their shoulders. The next moment, a terrifying impact came, and the war horses running at speeds of dozens of kilometers per hour hit the densely arranged human walls, shield walls and spears.

But it didn't break.

The power of the formation infantry appeared at this moment.

Although the Mongol spear penetrated the bodies of the soldiers of the bandit army, even though their war horses smashed the latter's shield, and even though their swords cut off the latter's head, the latter did not retreat. Even though these mobs didn't even know how to fight back, they still blocked their war horses until death. Even if their bodies were penetrated by the spear, these civilians from more than ten days ago still supported their shields.

Then the nightmare of the heavy Mongolian cavalry came.

Only no more than three meters away, countless divine arm bows were raised, and then countless crossbow arrows were shot out.

There is no training, and there will be no air shooting at such a distance. The dense crossbow arrows instantly hit the Mongolian heavy cavalry, piercing their strong armor and penetrating their bodies. When the charge is blocked, the invincible heavy cavalry on the battlefield becomes the target. Soon, the soldiers of the bandit army grabbed them and pulled them off their horses and stabbed them into the gaps in their armor with their swords.

Baiyan Batulu in the distance roared in disbelief.

This is his most elite subordinate!

These are all real Mongolian warriors. They have never been defeated by the Song army. Today, they were defeated by such a mob who could not even do a good job in the array.

However, his bad luck is not over yet.

Almost at the same time, a scream like a ghost crying and wolf howling came from his infantry. Then he saw the three thousand infantry soldiers turning around and abandoning their weapons as if they were ordered. They ran away like a violent dragon chasing them, and they were crowded, pushed and trampled on each other, and even trampled on each other. Several generals wanted to stop the soldiers' defeat, but they were submerged and disappeared under countless feet in the blink of an eye.

Behind them, a majestic figure carried his left hand and his right hand, dragged a giant sword to the ground, then jumped up again when he landed on the ground. After just a few rises and falls, he had already landed in front of him like a god descending from the sky.

"Tartars!"

This terrifying enemy sneered disdainfully.

Then he raised the giant sword that was even longer than the infantry spear. The four Baiyan Badulu's personal soldiers immediately roared forward, but the next moment the giant sword slashed in the air. With just one slash, the two personal soldiers in the front broke one by one, and fell to both sides with blood.
Chapter completed!